What was I thinking? I shouldn't have sat here, but it's worse to get up and leave now; it's been too long. They will talk about me if I do. I couldn't take the pressure of knowing they were talking about me, but I invited myself to their table. Why? Why did I do that? I couldn't even eat properly. My arm is so stiff and tight because I'm so self-conscious that I self-invited myself to their table.
How long until lunch is over? I don't know. I haven't been able to look up at the time on the far wall, but I know it has to be drawing near. I need to be away from the situation right now.
